'I am to—what?' asked Alison, sharply—for her at least.
'Tittivate yourself—it is Henglish; but, bein' Scotch, perhaps you don't know what it means.'
'I am not going to the—drawing-room to-night.'
'You won't obey the missus?' exclaimed the servant, aghast.
'Certainly not in this instance.'
'Don't you know your place? You are honly a guv'ness, and guv'nesses ain't ladies, whatever they may think.'
'What are they?'
'Mock ones.'
'Leave the room instantly—or——'
'Or what?' asked the girl, sharply.